FLOWERS
By Tamryn Spruil
in a week or two
upheld by the coffee-table vase they’ll be dried forever pistils of flowers repurposed into spice-scented potpourri from remnant wax of spent candles for other vases in other rooms it was for other reasons she could not make a family -- things she dared not mention except in tongues: abstruse musings on the inner workings of gravity in the context of Twitter methods for crafting a booster rocket for virtual reality the integer formally known as reality where one day she might dine amongst the verified, gain followers (though in life she had no game for popularity): feral galactic kids known for their fickleness about the flavored pixelated cyber milk no matter the excuse of their hunger i will feed them a mammoplasty-scarred nipple sleeping like a bottle a precursor to the deaths of kids who turn 30 |
|
Copyright © 2012-2021 Tamryn Spruill.